"I like to think of you in halves," I said. "Half warm and welcoming and comforting..." I reached towards his one blue eye as my voice lowered to a whisper. "Half stern and unfeeling and absolutely chilling to the bone."
"I sat on the bleachers, completing an equation when suddenly I had the sudden urge to look up. As I scanned my gaze over the basketball players and the small group of cheerleaders, my dark hazel eyes connected with the shirtless stranger's from across the room. His hair was messy and his blue eyes dark with passion. I gasped. Maths was no longer my top priority, getting to know this stranger was."